White Room

The famous song by the group Cream named "White Room" came to mind when I saw these white porcelain walls and fixtures last summer on a stroll through a small village in Britanny, western France. But in fact it was the green swinging doors I liked here, opening either in or out in saloon style depending on the direction one needed to be heading in at a given point in time. These three photos accompany in triptych fashion the three skinned cats just below here...
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The longer I stood and looked the stranger things got here... I started to think that someone must have slipped something into my coffee that morning...
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And after a short period of staring at those previously pristine white walls, light started leaking through the tile joints and colors were oozing out of the woodwork on the doors... sometimes you never know just where things are going to stop once they start down unknown paths into uncharted waters...
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